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Life continues to test me… Maybe? If I were religious, I’d fall back on the solace:

“God doesn’t give you what you can’t handle.”

A friend said this once, and though, I don’t subscribe, it stuck. I’d like to believe it. Hell, I’d like to believe there is nothing I can’t handle. And after this year (the past two years, really), I’m thinking something otherworldly is going on. Or I’m being Punk’d. And Ashton Kutcher is about to pop up at any moment to apologize and laugh. We can all laugh. I’m already laughing…

So last Wednesday (Abbie’s birthday, by the way) whilst parking, I rammed my car into someone’s retaining wall. Up over a sidewalk, bending my wheel and flattening my tire, then SMACK…er CRUNCH. Like I said, everyone is ok; it’s being handled. Still, the money and the nuisance of it are enough to have me thinking I’ve got some kind of curse going on. Abbie tells me 25 and 27 are transitional years and planets are shifting and rocking their orbits. Something. I don’t know. I’m now 28. The jig is up, Universe.

But along with the grief and the loss and the changes and the confusion and the theft (yes, there was some credit theft thrown in there too)… there have been good things. Great things even.

This weekend was my art show at The Headkeeper in Greensburg. I’m always so humbled by the turnout—the friends and acquaintances from every part of my life coming together for me and my paintings. I find that after two shows, this one being my second, there is no greater feeling than that type of appreciation. Who knew people would come to like my scribbles?

I’m lucky.

That’s what everyone wants to hear. And they are right. I am. It’s not that I don’t appreciate it all, because I do, but all of my good fortune seems to be overshadowed by (or at least in battle with) some really grey clouds.

I come here to bitch. I come here to ask WHY of the world. Who knows. I’m blogging today, you know, and I’m reminded to look up this “Job” character from the Bible. Kelly keeps telling me to read about him. I did. I don’t know… I mean, we know how I feel about religion. But I like the gist—I like what it’s telling us, according to some author trying to analyze:

If the Book of Job reaches across two and a half millennia to teach anything to men and women who consider themselves normal, decent human beings, it is this: Human beings are sure to wander in ignorance and to fall into error, and it is better — more righteous in the eyes of God — for them to react by questioning rather than accepting. Confronted with inexplicable injustice, it is better to be irate than resigned.

Listen, everything is going to be fine. I keep saying it. I keep saying it to tell myself. Assure.

On another note, I finally got my moon phase tattoo… on D’s birthday. She hated tattoos. She hated the idea of my inking myself; however, she grew to love my paper plane after some time. And since she always said I was the moon… I think it’s ok to have something that reminds me. That I am. I didn’t get it solely for her or because of her, but I got it FINALLY after over a year of loving on it.